Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.